I am a greedy teacher. I work in a public school for teen mothers, teacher four different preps and have been asked to add another which is out of my subject area next year. Every year I am asked to do more and more with less. My mother and father who are both retired often …
Author: rosereads
A writer, a poet and all around book lover. I write for the same reason that I read, because it fills my life with joy and meaning. Books and a love of words has given me a career and once a trip abroad.
A dear friend suggested that I turn my love of books into this blog. So, here we are. As a full time teacher, you can expect me to do my homework and post at least once a week.
The End is Always in the Beginning…
Friday Morning, I watched fourteen young women graduate from high school. A normal spring event across America, but this graduation was really something extraordinary. Because in one moment, they went from being a statistic to being truly phenomenal women. (They were already phenomenal, in truth, they just didn't know it.) Fourteen young mothers walked out …
In One
Images painted in my mind, a cliche phrase or a clever turn of words. I am always afraid of being the former. I come home and write. Get up and write. And all my words My need to get them out Can seem so worthless in the blink of an eye in the span of …
Memorial Day
Working at theme park on Memorial Day weekend is hectic and a little more than insane. Everyone wants to know if we are busy, how much tickets cost and why don't we have better discounts. I field the calls as best I can and as politely as possible. The only time I feel bad about …
Saturday Morning Sketch
He was trying to absorb some of the hope offer by the sun as it reached through the trees into the darkness of the urban park. His head bend to all the way to clasped hands, eyes closed, pleading for something to change. Pleading for a miracle. Just had he had every other morning since …
Reasons
You know I don't care if you like my verse Though I will admit it is nice I don't write it for you or your approval I write for the fear that I will drown in a sea of ideas I write because of I fear the words would burst out of my chest and I …
Playing Hooky
Everyone needs to do it sometimes. I should have done it a little sooner this year, although I did it a little too much when I was in college. We all need to play hooky and today is my day to do it. But, hooky isn't the same when you are an adult. You have …
Reflections from the Soon To Be Published
Every Sunday from now until September, I am schedule to work at my second job. Two nights a week, I teach at night and don't see my home until nearly nine at night. My life for the next month will continue to contain one day off a week and very little time that isn't spoken …
Nighttime
The drips and drops of the once and future Florida rain Beat out a rhythm that carries me into the night The last bits of wine drowning out the day that turned into night Before my work was done Cars pause and then burst forward making the turn By my little corner lot of heaven …
Another Sunday – Breathing Time
The weeks towards the end of school are becoming more and more hectic. Time is slipping through my fingers. Every time, I turn around there is something else that I am suppose to have done or being doing. Today, I am back at one of my second jobs and was hoping to be able get …
Lucinda Rose 